so we (my brother and I) got home from work and i thought hm, i'll go and work in my little garden cuz you know what Lydia told me? Get your seeds in on GOOD FRIDAY which is this week...so out I go armed with gloves and shovel...
i've already done an explanation to one person about my garden feelings...i'm doing the whole thing by hand meaning no rototillers and/or other dirt clawing thingies except for my shovel...want to know why? because truthfully i could stand to lose several pounds...i tried working out in the morning, i tried working out at night, i tried eating only rabbit food and i tried eating only stupid stuff...i don't LIKE to work out...i hate the very idea that instead of doing something fun or creative or productive or colorful i'm standing or jumping in one stupid place and why? for the burning of calories...so i decided to burn my calories the old fashioned way...and i had this epiphany that i won't bore you with...
back to my little garden. so out i go and who do i meet up with first? oh my goodness an entire worm clan...i didn't ask their names, it seemed rude and intrusive, i nodded at them and thanked them for their hard work in making such rich topsoil for which ONE of them stuck his tongue out! (oh yeah..worms DO have tongues!). Next as I continued digging I came across Nicto (you know her she's Sonny's spider friend) archenemy and I didn't ask HER name because she turned up her nose and went skittering away like I'd bumped into her with a grocery cart! Oh, I DID bump into her with a grocery cart! DERRRRR
Digging and kind of humming along I heard Mr & Mrs Pheasant having a spat about whether or not they should try to lead me away from their young by flying hysterically in some random direction...funny thing is they don't know I understand and speak fluent pheasant...poor dears...a dove or pigeon (you know, the cooing birds) laughed at them from the telephone wire and told me to go sneak up on them just for s & g....I was surprised that she knew that word but there it is...that dove actually told me "hey! go sneak up on those Pheasants and scare the stuffin' out of them just for shits and giggles!!!" She fairly fell off the wire laughing so hard at her little pun about scaring the STUFFIN' out of those pheasants.
I kept digging and it sounds to YOU like maybe I did a lot of work but I didn't, I only got two rows re-turned and am going to go out right NOW and do two more...
I won't bother you with the stinkbug's story because he kind of had a potty mouth and stuck his little butt up in the air to freak me out...which I did because you probably remember that time that Cal chased me around the living room making me curl my toes...with a STINKBUG...
When I go out the Pheasant family is going to be settling in for their story time and I understand Mrs. Pheasant is going to be singing a coyote song tonight...the dogs up the road have said that they were going to be cow-tipping which I am a little chagrined to know but hey, maybe they'll forget:-) The dove/pigeon couple are getting ready to watch tv (and by this I mean they go and nest up in the trees where they can watch the little creek down the road bed down and then they laugh and make stories up about everyone from that hawk to the little ants working hard before nightfall!).
My garden will be small but there's no end to the stories it will grow!
i've already done an explanation to one person about my garden feelings...i'm doing the whole thing by hand meaning no rototillers and/or other dirt clawing thingies except for my shovel...want to know why? because truthfully i could stand to lose several pounds...i tried working out in the morning, i tried working out at night, i tried eating only rabbit food and i tried eating only stupid stuff...i don't LIKE to work out...i hate the very idea that instead of doing something fun or creative or productive or colorful i'm standing or jumping in one stupid place and why? for the burning of calories...so i decided to burn my calories the old fashioned way...and i had this epiphany that i won't bore you with...
back to my little garden. so out i go and who do i meet up with first? oh my goodness an entire worm clan...i didn't ask their names, it seemed rude and intrusive, i nodded at them and thanked them for their hard work in making such rich topsoil for which ONE of them stuck his tongue out! (oh yeah..worms DO have tongues!). Next as I continued digging I came across Nicto (you know her she's Sonny's spider friend) archenemy and I didn't ask HER name because she turned up her nose and went skittering away like I'd bumped into her with a grocery cart! Oh, I DID bump into her with a grocery cart! DERRRRR
Digging and kind of humming along I heard Mr & Mrs Pheasant having a spat about whether or not they should try to lead me away from their young by flying hysterically in some random direction...funny thing is they don't know I understand and speak fluent pheasant...poor dears...a dove or pigeon (you know, the cooing birds) laughed at them from the telephone wire and told me to go sneak up on them just for s & g....I was surprised that she knew that word but there it is...that dove actually told me "hey! go sneak up on those Pheasants and scare the stuffin' out of them just for shits and giggles!!!" She fairly fell off the wire laughing so hard at her little pun about scaring the STUFFIN' out of those pheasants.
I kept digging and it sounds to YOU like maybe I did a lot of work but I didn't, I only got two rows re-turned and am going to go out right NOW and do two more...
I won't bother you with the stinkbug's story because he kind of had a potty mouth and stuck his little butt up in the air to freak me out...which I did because you probably remember that time that Cal chased me around the living room making me curl my toes...with a STINKBUG...
When I go out the Pheasant family is going to be settling in for their story time and I understand Mrs. Pheasant is going to be singing a coyote song tonight...the dogs up the road have said that they were going to be cow-tipping which I am a little chagrined to know but hey, maybe they'll forget:-) The dove/pigeon couple are getting ready to watch tv (and by this I mean they go and nest up in the trees where they can watch the little creek down the road bed down and then they laugh and make stories up about everyone from that hawk to the little ants working hard before nightfall!).
My garden will be small but there's no end to the stories it will grow!
2 comments:
I think your garden will be a fun place!
HA ha ha ha!! The knock the stuffing out of the pheasants! :D that's a hoot.
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